Loneliness: One Deep Breath
Darling, you don't want to be old,
She confides, sadly.
Old friends die
Bones ache,
Eyes
fade.
Memories skitter
past fading eyes,
wind blown leaves.
Ninety-five years old
Grand and great-grandchildren
A son and daughter,
Winter winds call her name
In a long-gone husband's voice.
She confides, sadly.
Old friends die
Bones ache,
Eyes
fade.
Memories skitter
past fading eyes,
wind blown leaves.
Ninety-five years old
Grand and great-grandchildren
A son and daughter,
Winter winds call her name
In a long-gone husband's voice.
Labels: One Deep Breath, poetry
posted by Plain Foolish | 8:45 AM
10 Comments:
I especially like the closing image in the third's last two lines. As a getting-older lady myself, I can fully appreciate all of these, though. :-D
The second one puts me in mind of this one I wrote on a recent train trip:
window seat
a speeding landscape obscured
by the inner eye
Roswila, thank you for the haiku. It's made even stronger for me by the fact that I'm going to visit her next by train, and have been strictly charged to remember everything - "every last detail, darling" - about the trip. "Going Pullman?! They'll treat you like a queen, my dear, a queen."
The loneliness here speaks to my own mixed feelings about approaching age.
Absolutely superb.....heartbreaking but superb.
Lovely and sad at the same time. I love the haiku and the last two lines of the tanka
touching and deep, thank you
Achingly lovely; a beautiful soul reflected.
Winter winds call her name
In a long-gone husband's voice.
this is REALLY well done
oh, so beautiful!
Thank you all. This set was particularly close to my heart.
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